She called him criminal.
Accused him of romantic blackmail.
“You’re counterfeiting what you feel.
Holding hostage something real.”
The pot then called the kettle black.
He asked if she was trying to trespass.
While he was forcing locks of hair.
Cased her mind, then left her there.
She rubbed suspicion from his eyes
And then went forth to burglarize
Broke and entered in his heart
Cleaned him out, picked him apart.
Both wanted their revenge.
A pistol pointed at the other’s heads.
Barrels touching foreheads, triggers touching gloves.
But neither one could fall in love.
So there those two sat on trial.
The jury took no time at all.
The sentence: Both to share a cell.
They both deserved to live in hell.
The marked their tallies on the wall.
Guards pacing along every hall.
And though they stole each other’s smile.
They would give it back sometimes.